And now...for some Drabbles (?)
Alrighty, these are a collection of some random snippets of things that just pop into my head, story ideas, and possibly my NaNo idea for this year... Read at your own risk. Though, crit is greatly appreciated. : )
Drabble 1
Ryan was such a nerd- the type that even while drunk was a total genius.
"Methuo!" he yelled as I shoved his limp body into the car. Seriously- "I am drunk!" in Greek? I rolled my eyes. Damn double Classics and History majors who were back in college because they liked it, and had two graduate degrees in other related fields.
At least Cyrus was a considerate genius; he didn't rub his intelligence in everyone's faces. He just passed out.
Drabble 2
"I still can't believe you're in a band, " I mutter. "You're such a nerd."
Ryan blinks at me. "Well, thank you so much."
I sigh. "I just... I meant that it's not really...fair. Or expected."
He gives me a wry smile. "Isn't that what I do? Try to break expectations and stereotypes?"
"I guess it just bugs me that it's one more thing you're perfect at. Oh well, at least I know who else is in your stupid, secret band, and it definitely detracts from my level of respect for all of you."
"Aw, that's what's bugging you, isn't it? That we didn't tell you?" He laughs a little, patting my shoulder.
I roll my eyes. "Dude, I can deal. In fact, I have. Really. Repeatedly. And that's not my problem. It's just... you wouldn't understand." I grab my bag from the ground, straightening and walking away before Ryan can say anything else. He really just doesn't get it, does he?
Drabble 3
So Matt was a little- possibly, maybe- creepy. When he saw that girl he liked in the hall and passed close by, he made a kissing noise right in her ear. Of course, they kept walking- although she might have turned around; probably not, seeing as it had been pretty soft amidst the din of the crowded hall.
Matt kept walking himself, thinking about chinchillas and ice and thylacines and vampires and the planet Saturn, with the occasional zombie thrown in. On the whole, he lived in his own little world, with brief forays into reality cut short by his own awkwardness and other people's intolerance for dealing with him. The girl in the hall was just a blip on the radar, for all his confessions of love to his few, distant friends.
As a result, matt never got to talk to, or be acknowledged by the girl, and she never knew exactly what had happened in the hall that day, if she'd ever wondered.
Drabble-thingy?4 (It's got more to it)(Ok, now that it's done, it's more like a short fic...)
The day Addison agreed to play with Ben's band was the day it got named. Of course, Ben was only the rhythm guitarist, but everyone thought of it as his band. Though, if you ask Chris, not only did he not want ownership to be transferred to him, "The Christophers" was a shitty name for a band.
It all started wen Addison slouched into Jackson's (the drummer) garage, bass in hand. He gazed around at the four other guys, a "this is seriously it?" expression on his face.
"You got a problem or something?" demanded Ronnie, trying to act tough to hide the fact that Addison unnerved him.
Addie raised a thin eyebrow, regarding him with thinly veiled amusement flickering in his eyes. "No."
"Then come in."
"Alright." He set his bass down next to one of the amps. "So, you guys played any gigs yet?"
The guys exchanged glances.
"Uh, no?" ventured Ben.
Addie snorted. "Are you for serious? Exactly how do you plan on getting anywhere if you've never even played live? Music execs may not hang around bars looking for talent, but they sure as hell don't walk into everyday people's basements and garages looking for talent. You need to get some sort of fanbase, get yourselves out there. When you get one big enough, everyone starts talking; that's when you get noticed."
"Yeah, well," Chris stuttered. "We were kinda hoping you could help with that. Ya know, as the bass player for our band?" The last bit came out very tentative and uncertain.
Addie's other eyebrow raised to meet the first. "Uh-huh. Is that an offer? 'Cause I got plenty of other, more established bands that can call me at anytime, and do." It was the truth, too. Everyone knew Addie was the best bassist around; he just hadn't found a band he'd liked well enough to hang around yet.
"Got a name?" he asked suddenly.
The other four shifted around nervously. "No? But Chris is the lead singer," Jackson blurted helplessly.
"Really?" Addie focused in on him with his intense stare. Jackson fidgeted uncomfortably. "So, you want this band to be named something with Christopher in it?"
"Wha-? No," Jackson feebly protested. Addison talked over him anyway.
"Great idea, actually. It'll be 'The Christophers'. Original, right? And everyone will assume we're lame unitl they hear us play. Besides, it gives absolutely nothing away about our band. Adds mystery. Good. Glad we got that settled. Now, I've got to go meet someone right now, but we can meet up later for practice. It's gonna be great." With a short wave, he turned and strolled out, grabbing his bass along the way.
Chris, Ben, Jackson, and Ronnie stared after, shellshocked.
"Way to go, man," snapped Chris at Jackson.
"Look dude, I'm sorry, I didn't realize the guy's secretly crazy. I was just scared of him."
"Well, I wasn't," snorted Ronnie.
"Sure," shot back Chris. "Trying to act all tough-"
"Guys, guys," Ben interrupted. "Don't you see? He's crazy, but he's a motherfucking genius, too. And he knows his way around the local scene. Besides, let's focus on the important stuff; he called this "our" band. Dudes, he invited himself back to practice!"
A look of understanding dawned on the others' faces.
"Oh yeah!" yelled Chris. "We got Addison Davies to agree to join our band. The freelance bassist has a home!!"
A round of exuberant celebrating followed shortly after, culminating in one or more of the guys passing out from too much alcohol. They were typical idiots for now, but that was all about to change.
***
Let it be noted that it took a while for it to be officially acknowledged in the local scene that Addie had finally settled down with one band. A lot of the "older" bands shook their heads disbelievingly, not thinking it would last. But it seemed that Addie truly liked The Christophers, and it was there he stayed.
None of the band members ever really questioned him about it, though it was obvious that they probably had the least idea what had made his decision, but they gratefully accepted his presence and asked for no answers.
So, tell me if they're any good. I'm playing around with a few ideas for NaNo, and these are a few. Though one of the drabbles was just randomly inspired from something that happened today, and won't be continued. But yeah, crit and all that yadda yadda is nice! : )